Слова:
The Byrds Gunga Din

the sun back to L.A. Have breakfest with me mamma I hope they'll let us in Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din Sitting backwards

bad, chasin' the sun back to L.A. Have breakfast with me mama, I hope they'll let us in Got a leather jacket on, you know that it's a sin Gunga Din